But Yonghean only accepts men, so in desperation, she had to disguise herself as a man to enter, and the strange thing is that Wen Xi'en has never been sick since then, and he is not in good health, and he has not had a cough.

The original owner has been in the Buddha hall for a long time, and her temperament is relatively cold, and she will occasionally go down the mountain to cross some monsters that make the villagers uneasy, which makes her name famous all over the world, everyone knows that there is a monk with the name of pure dust in the Yonghe Nunnery, and there are more people who come to visit and ask for blessings, and there are more incense.

The Buddhist hall is quiet, only the percussion sound of chanting and tuk tuk can be heard, the two candle lamps are faintly burning, calm and waveless, the Zen incense is light and smoky, and the Buddha is still smiling behind it.

The one who is compassionate is also the one who is ruthless.

Wen Xien knocked on the wooden fish so hard, knocking all morning, and he didn't dare to change his hand when his hand was sore.

This is not the most devastating thing for Wen Xien, the most devastating thing is the rice, there is no meat foam, it is so light that he can't even taste the taste, Wen Xien howled in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more cold.

Fortunately, the original owner's temperament was cold, and no one noticed anything wrong.

"Senior Brother Jingchen, when will you go down the mountain again?"

A little monk came over, his name was not very old, he looked like a teenager, and he still had a little youthful vigor on his body, and his baby face was very pleasing.

Jingchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings about to fly, she opened her eyes, and the wooden fish that was knocking also stopped, looked sideways, and quietly looked at the little monk with a smile on her face.

Xu has not seen the light of day for a long time, Jingchen's skin is pale and almost transparent, his eyebrows are as cold as Hong, like a person who has walked down from a landscape painting, and his dark eyebrows and eyes are quietly traced on Leng Xiu's face, obviously born so good-looking, but he is indifferent and lonely and not angry at all.

The little monk was not taken by the coldness of Jingchen's body at all, because he knew that this was only the surface of Jingchen, but in fact, Jingchen was a person who was very easy to talk and had a very soft heart.

Jingchen shook her head, and she said slowly, "It depends on the abbot." ”

The little monk suddenly froze, probably after holding back in the temple for a long time, a baby face was crying, staring at the wooden fish silently.

The obvious loss made Jingchen pause, and said lightly, "I'll call you next time." ”

The little monk who was still sad immediately smiled, and shook the snow-white sleeves of Jingchen like a coquette, "Senior Brother Jingchen, you are so good!" ”

Wen Xien didn't speak, closed his eyes, and his hand began to knock on the wooden fish again, and the tips of his jade-like ears that were not covered by hair were quietly red, red and delicate.

The little monk saw it with sharp eyes, covered his mouth and held back a smile.

——

"Dog, how did you fall into the river?"

Wen Xien hugged the wet white-haired puppy and guessed suspiciously: "Are you naughty before falling into the water?" ”

She is also idle, she can actually say to a dog, there is no way, Wen Xien can't take the initiative to talk to people, and others talk to her and pretend to ignore people.

Even if the bald donkey is forgotten, he still has to pretend to be cold.

The white fur curled up and whimpered a few times.

"Don't be naughty, you won't be so lucky next time you fall into the water."

Wen Xien touched the white-haired puppy, and the water on its body stained Wen Xien's snow-white monk's robe, but she didn't care, and gently touched the puppy's chin.

It's soft and easy to touch.

She couldn't help but feel a little sad, she hadn't had a good life since she came to this world, every time she saw the bald head in the mirror, Wen Xien wanted to die, she didn't care about her appearance, and she felt like a bald donkey when she looked left and right.

Wen Xien lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting small shadows on his pale face, and his picturesque and inky eyebrows rendered a thin layer of sorrow.

"Be careful, you can come to me if you are bored in the future......"

It didn't take long for a monk to come over, and Wen Xien had to put down the only "friend" who could speak.

As soon as Wen Xien put down the trembling little dog and wanted to nag a few more words, she heard a sharp call behind her, which frightened her and hurriedly pushed the dog into the grass beside her, and the dog hesitated for a moment, and then slammed into the deeper woods, out of sight.

It may be that Wen Xien's expression was too cold, and the monk asked cautiously, "Senior Brother Jingchen, is there anything else?" ”

Wen Xien shook his head, got up and walked ahead.

——

The little white-haired dog scurried deep into the jungle and rolled on the ground with a scream, and then it became a naked man.

He looks like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, and he can't see the difference between him and ordinary people, and if he insists on pointing it out, he can only say that he is more handsome than ordinary people.

He crawled hand and foot to a small river, buried his cheeks and drank a few sips of water, and a few drops of water fell from his hair, and the wet water hung down to his cheeks.

He doesn't have to use his hands to pull it, maybe he hasn't learned it yet.

He stared at the reflected face of the river, moving left and right, and then he was sure that the figure inside was him.

This appearance is particularly outstanding among people, between the eyebrows and eyes are the meaning of love, and the handsome face is a little color in the world.

But the monk just now......

He's never seen anyone so good-looking, more beautiful than him, and so gentle......

He remembered Wen Xien's gentle words, obviously his temperament was so cold.

Ke Changqing didn't understand, that person was so good-looking, how could he have so many troubles?

He didn't want to see that person unhappy, he wanted to be by that person's side.

Ke Changqing thought of something again, stretched out his hand but couldn't hide the shape of his claws, his cheeks bulged, with some childishness, and he touched the ears that were exposed on his head.

Who are the dogs.

"Is there a dog with ears the size?"

After a ripple on the surface of the water, it condensed into a pool of calm, still reflecting his handsome face.

The snow-white tips of his ears on his head moved, Ke Changqing covered his face, and the tips of his ears were red.

The monk touched him just now, but he's a monster, won't he be hated?

What if he didn't want to be hated, he wanted to repay the favor.

With his five fingers removed, Ke Changqing poked his head to the river, he looked at his face with satisfaction, revealing a shy smile, and his teeth were sharp.

That guy will like it.

Who doesn't love a vixen?

——

Wen Xien was led to the Buddhist hall by the monk, and the abbot was kneeling and sitting, his back straight and straight, as if he could never bend.

The monk quietly retreated, and there were only two people left in the Buddhist hall.

Filled with the light of the hazy Buddha lamp, Wen Xien folded his hands, knelt in front of the futon and closed his eyes.

Neither of them spoke, and after about two hours, the abbot slowly stopped knocking on the wooden fish, but he still did not open his eyes.

"Clean dust."

The abbot called.

Wen Xien answered and opened his eyes, "The net dust is here." ”

(End of chapter)